Biography of Skittles XOXO
Skittles XOXO Poems
Jesus he holds her, calms her fears, Gently he wipes away her tears. One by one the devil he sends,
The Unacceptable Miracle
We start for the hospital, it’s very near, My head it aches with so much fear. Mother she’s driving, she looks my way, God help me through this I pray.
Sweet sensations ripple through me like a warm summer night, soft lips touch my skin, like a bird i take flight. Soaring among the stars with emotions so grand, caressed by the moonlight he touches my hand.
The Boy I Once Knew
Where oh where could my little boy be? It can’t be this man in front of me. What happened to the games we use to play? When I had to leave, and he’d ask me to stay.
Their here again, how can this be? Walking to the door 123. One: has her lip gloss, Two: has her barbie,
When does time stand still? It's when the love you had turns out to be a lie. A hurt so deep seeps into your soul, to make you feel numb and no longer whole. But the tears dry up anger disappears. No more disappointments and no more fears.
Ode To My Sweet Husband!
You made me what I am today, feeling ugly and useless day after day. A bitter person you helped me become,
He'Ll Hurt Me No More!
Sucking the life out of my soul, my heart has become a dark empty hole. Bitterness, anger has swallowed my joy,
The Old Rocking Chair
On the wooden porch sets two rocking chairs, Where now he sits alone and stares. The women he loved is there no more,
The Melting Clock (Lyrics)
My 18 year old son wrote and preformed this song at our familys 4th of July party. Its a powerful piece about the end of time, I thought i would share it. Time passes by like its not fair.
Walking the halls, each step feeling sicker, Kids they point, laugh and snicker. Trying to make it through her day, At home is where she wished she could stay.
Love is... When on a day we may argue or fight, and we kiss and make up before the end of the night.
The Boy I Once Knew
Where oh where could my little boy be?
It can’t be this man in front of me.
What happened to the games we use to play?
When I had to leave, and he’d ask me to stay.
This man seem’s to go by the same name,
But the way it was, it just isn’t the same.
When I’d talk to him he would listen with ease,
Now all I hear is “ be quiet please”.
This man I see seem’s to have the same eye’s,